Sex and the City: The Movie (2008)

Sex and the City: The Movie Synopsis

Sarah Jessica Parker, Kim Cattrall, Kristin Davis, and Cynthia Nixon are reprising their roles from the original HBO series. The show’s longtime executive producer, Michael Patrick King, is set to write and direct. Additionally, Chris Noth, David Eigenberg, Evan Handler and Jason Lewis will return as the women’s love interests. Academy Award-winning actress Jennifer Hudson (Dreamgirls) has also joined the cast of the film and will play Carrie Bradshaw’s assistant, a new character to be introduced in the film.

There’s no point in hiding it. I’m not a fan of the series and never have been. I’ve only seen a few episodes. So bear in mind that I may be proceeding from a position of ignorance here and correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t the show supposed to be about female empowerment, and the way women could be women but still be independent and strong, career minded and live their own lives without glomming on to a man as the only possible way for them to find fulfillment? No? Because what we’ve seen from Sex and the City: The Movie so far seems to paint itself as a film about four women getting married as fast as they can, with as big a wedding as they can, and popping out kids at warp speed, career, independence and whatever the fuck else be damned.

Maybe the show was always like that and I’d simply missed it. Maybe the show was always about how helpless and worthless women are without men and babies to validate them. Or maybe the trailer’s just marketing it that way because Hollywood believes that women can’t possibly be interested in anything that isn’t focused entirely on women finding men to take care of them and wearing pretty dresses. Those cynical bastards. Odd timing when you consider 2008 is the year America had its first legitimate female candidate for the office of United States President.

Still, things are looking good if you’re a fan of watching 50-year-old women hang around talking about sex and pretending they don’t have mustaches. Personally, I liked it better the first time when it was called ‘The Golden Girls’. I guess that makes Sarah Jessica Parker the new Bea Arthur and Kim Cattrall the new Estelle Getty. There will be sex in this city. Just not necessarily good sex. It may however, do a damned good job of setting the womens’ movement back thirty or forty years.